a doe in the snow
Shimmering a soft white, a doe stands here in a swirl of glistening snow.
A doe in the snow stands here in a swirl of ice crystals, her gentle eyes gazing about the forest.
Her hide a luminescent white, this doe stands with a gentle bearing, taking in her surroundings in quiet patience. A soft, liquid brown, her eyes glimmer with snowflakes that dance about her eyelashes, while a pair of oval, velvety ears turn this way and that, attentive to the sounds of the forest. An ever present breeze dances about the doe, whistling and rustling, covering her here and there in swirls of ice crystals and patches of hush snow, white against alabaster, so that it is difficult to tell at times where the fur ends and the snow covering begins. Her legs, strong and slender, step gracefully upon a snowdrift that fans out from her location, her hooves making deep imprints shaped like pairs of half moons.
a snowball marked by a hoofprint
Gleaming with ice crystals, a snowball rests here, marked by a single hoofprint.
About the size of a large apple, this snowball has been tightly packed, made mostly of pure white snow crystals, some of which still bear their crystalline snowflake shapes. The snowball is roughly round, here and there pine needles resting just below the surface or stick out through the snow, giving the sphere a sap-like scent over the fresh smell of frozen water. Pressed deep into the cold and blind white, a single hoofprint marks where a doe had stepped, its form bearing the shape of paired half moons.